Rip Van Winkle

Seven thousand three hundred days
Is a long, long time to sleep but
Rip Van Winkle slept for twenty long years, then he woke one day
Rip's red hair had turned to gray
Rip Van Winkle hurried back into town but to his dismay
Rip's whole town had stopped to play
He found to his surprise a thing
called swing was king, and he liked it
It opened up his eyes and drip, Rip got hip
Rip Van Winkle's wrinkles faded away and he shed his beard
Rip Hooray when he reappeared
Well, if you want to swing and jive at the age of ninety five
Start counting sheep and sleep like Rip Van Winkle

He found to his surprise a thing
called swing was king, and he liked it
It opened up his eyes and drip, Rip got hip
Hip hip Rip Van Winkle's wrinkles faded away and he shed his beard
Rip Hooray when he reappeared
So if you want to swing and jive at the age of ninety five
Start counting sheep and sleep like Rip Van Winkle
Don't be a drip, get hip, hey, a tip from Rip Van Winkle



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Wells, George Handy, Howard Leeds
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